Ben Harper Fan Blogs

TORCH

The world have you tied and done
In secret handshakes and brave breath
Since Cupid sat at our gate to Paris
Where magic carpet you ascent
To cross the diamond path of the sun and the moon.

My letters in your guitar case
Blue roses to congratulate
The demi-Antony
Descendant of that same Atlas
That laughed and shrugged axis upon axis
Until Zeus was satisfied.

Yet there are still foxtails in your sox's from our ramble
Stay small sweet remembrance
Brave little wonders of our loves single thought
That not even Jupiter can deny.

S.
9/04/94-09